Chapters Discord's Halloween Hoe-Down
Attention Esteemed Guest!
If you’re reading this, you have been invited to attend a very special Nightmare Night party.
I will be hosting a special little shindig in Ponyville for stallions who enjoy the company of other stallions, and would love for you to attend.
No strings attached, but please bring a costume you feel suits you. Remember, costumes will be very mandatory.
Present this invitation at the barn of Sweet Apple Acres, and the party will start at 9PM, sweetheart~
We’ll see you there~
At the beginning of October, this letter appeared before a select few males all around Equestria. A puff of smoke and glitter revealed an unfurling slip of pink paper, the fancy red script written within telling the recipient of a most unusual party held for Nightmare Night.
And only the recipient, it seemed, as anyone else shown the paper simply saw it blank. With no return address and no sender or host to question, the few creatures sent this mysterious missive were left with far more questions than answers.
And yet, above all was one main thought between them all:
‘Well, guess I’d better figure out a costume…’
It was a small, niggling thought that stayed with those invited throughout the month. A gentle push that followed them through their daily lives as days turned to weeks. Costumes were planned, appointments were moved or canceled altogether and, if necessary, travel was arranged.
All in all, by the time Nightmare Night rolled around, every creature invited had found one way or another to make their way to the special event. Eighteen males gathered in total, a smaller party for sure, but presumably enough for whatever this evening’s mystery host had in store for them.
Ponyville itself was calm as could be this Nightmare Night, as most of the town’s inhabitants were either going door to door gathering sweet treats, sleeping the night through, or attending their own, hopefully less conspicuous parties. Indeed, that left just one pony around Sweet Apple Acres as the clock approached 9 PM.
Big Macintosh stood dutifully beside the door to his barn. His initial role for the night was to act as the doorman for the event, though he figured that with a party this small, he wouldn’t have much in the way of ne’er-do-wells to deal with. And so, he just waited with a small, yet pleasant smile and enjoyed the gentle breeze of a cool autumn night.
But it wasn’t as if he was left waiting for long. Before he could even adjust the costume he was wearing, Big Mac could already see the first arrival approaching from afar. From both the timing of the stallion and the shock of orange mane poking out from a costume Mac couldn’t quite discern from afar, it wasn’t too hard to figure who this first arrival was.
“Howdy, Sunburst.” Big Mac said as the smaller stallion got closer. “Glad you could make it. And, might I say, that’s quite the costume you’ve got there.”
Now that Sunburst had made his approach, standing with a blush before the much taller stallion, Big Mac could finally recognize what the costume was meant to be. A cloak of emerald green scales shone brightly at the forefront, drawing the eye up towards yellowed spines along Sunburst’s back and a floppy green tail towards the end, dragging a bit on the ground. On his head, Sunburst wore a tight hood that fought a losing battle in trying to hide his messy mane, attempting to replace it with more spines instead. And, cutely, he had managed to attach claw-like appendages to his forehooves.
Big Mac couldn’t help but think that this was the cutest dragon costume he’d seen.
Sunburst’s blush grew brighter as attention was drawn to his costume. “O-oh yes, well, I already had the costume prepared in advance, and wasn’t exactly sure if I could find something to match the… theme of this party in time.” With a soft clearing of his throat, he looked off to the side as his blush refused to settle down, creeping up to his ears. “The, uh, assumed theme, I should say. I wasn’t sure if I was reading into the letter too much, but-”
“Looks cute on you, so it’s perfect.” Big Mac finally openly admitted with a smirk, expertly cutting through Sunburst’s rambling. “Maybe when the party gets goin’, you can show me all its features .” With a smirk and a wink, it left very little subtlety to the rest of the night’s proceedings.
It also left little words in Sunburst’s brain, the implication scrambling whatever it was he wanted to say with thoughts of himself and Big Mac in the most compromising of positions. It was everything he could do to not ask for a bit of a preview of the night ahead, instead shaking his thoughts away and focusing on something else for now. Though, the stiffening feeling between his hindlegs made it a little difficult.
“Your costume looks nice too! It’s a bit…”
He wanted to say ‘minimalist’, but quickly realized that it might not come off as the compliment he intended. The large red stallion’s costume was simple though, just a large set of ivory horns jutting from each side of his head and a large door knocker of a golden septum piercing to drive the point home.
“Minotaur?” Sunburst finally asked, both wanting confirmation and to unhang the sentence he’d left, well, hung.
Big Mac let out a gentle chuckle at that, a deep sound that was very pleasant to Sunburst’s ears. “Nnnope. I’m just your average breedin’ bull tonight.”
He let out another laugh, louder this time, as Sunburst’s blush lit itself anew and threatened to make the stallion even redder than Big Mac himself. Wanting to give the little guy an out, he gestured towards the barn doors that were opened just a crack. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? I’m sure the rest won’t be too far behind.”
Internally, Sunburst thanked both the stallion and Celestia herself for the out and quickly approached the door.
Only to be blocked by Big Mac extending a hoof to block him. At first Sunburst was confused, but was quickly rebuffed by a simple smirk from Mac.
"Still gotta see your invite, partner." He reminded with a grin.
"Oh! I, uh…" Sunburst trailed off as he began to search his costume for the errant paper. A few moments of fevered searching followed, but at last he was finally able to produce the paper he'd been gifted at the beginning of the month. "Sorry, it's harder to find these things without my cloak."
As he moved to present the paper to Mac, it quickly evaporated into a puff of glitter and pink smoke. Before Sunburst could react, a sudden gust of wind pushed the smoke towards him and allowed it to pour around him before dispersing. Left with a bit of a cough in his throat, he looked up at Big Mac in confusion.
As though completely unphased, Big Mac simply once again gestured towards the barn’s door. “Go on and get that party started now. I’m sure the rest’ll be by in a few minutes.”
Though Sunburst thought to question at least some of that, he realized that he probably wouldn’t get any satisfying answers from the stoic stallion. So he simply just nodded and again headed for the door.
But before he could cross the threshold, he did turn to look at Mac one last time. “Thank you for, uh, hosting something like this. It’s normally hard to meet ponies like this, so-”
Another laugh from Big Mac cut Sunburst off, the bullish stallion shaking his head. “Nah, I ain’t the host of this one. I’ll let him know ya like it though.”
Sunburst paused for a moment, but just nodded and accepted it in the end. As he entered the barn, he hoped that he’d be able to thank the true host directly at some point in the night.
To Sunburst’s surprise, the barn was quite more well furnished than he’d expected. Instruments of pleasure littered the wall, whether the average 12 inch flared dildo, a flogger, or even a clearly magically tampered amulet. The far wall played host to a large mattress that seemed as if it could, and maybe tonight would, hold at least ten ponies. And just in case there was overflow, rather than itchy hay, the ground was mostly covered in piles of pillows and blankets that looked like they’d be nice to just fall right into.
In fact, taking advantage of the fact that no one was there to judge him, Sunburst happily flopped onto the largest pile of bedding near the center. He gleefully giggled as he just enjoyed rolling around on his hoard of pillows. It took him a few moments to pull himself from his treasure, though he did mentally note that he’d be back sooner rather than later.
Then he noticed the centerpiece of the room: A lone table of refreshments. Compared to the rest of the room, it seemed… a bit sparse. As Sunburst was drawn to approach, he could only see a bowl full of candy and a surprisingly full bowl of bright blue punch.
“Ah well,” Sunburst muttered to himself as he plucked a candy from the bowl, “I guess bedding isn’t cheap these days. Some cost cutting measures are to be expected, I suppose.”
That opinion held for just a moment, Sunburst popping the chocolate into his mouth with a small smile. That smile quickly became a frown as the chalky flavor of the chocolate filled his mouth and, as he chewed, a sour liquid rushed out and coated his entire tongue. In a panic, he reached to hurriedly fill a cup full of punch and drink it down.
A pleasant and slightly tangy blue raspberry flavor filled his mouth and, as he swallowed, he was happy to know his mouth was cleansed of sin.
It was only then that he noticed signs hung on the bowls, questioning how he hadn’t before.
The candy was marked Trick, while the punch was marked Treat.
Clearly Sunburst would be having words with the host of this party.
But until then, now that he’d gotten the taste out of his mouth, it was time to return to his pillow hoard and wait until the rest of the guests showed up.
Sunburst only had the time to add a few more pillows to his hoard when the first new arrival showed. Almost too preoccupied with properly crafting his new nest, he was a bit alarmed when he heard voices behind him.
“Huh… wasn’t expecting this place to look like a sex dungeon.” The first voice, chipper and grinning, said. “I mean, not that that’s a bad thing.”
“Yeah, it sorta reminds me of that place I took you in Las Pegasus.” Came the second voice, a bit more cocky and nasal. “Speaking of, hey Professor Sunburst.”
Spinning around, Sunburst finally caught sight of the two new arrivals, both of whom he recognized dearly. The first was Sandbar, a tall and lean Earth Pony who wore only a purple varsity jacket marked with the emblem of Ponyville’s School of Friendship. The second being Gallus, a shorter yet more muscular griffon whose more elaborate costume consisted of a pair of high-waisted gray trousers, a loose white button-down shirt with a full pocket protector, bright purple bowtie, and a set of large, taped-up glasses to tie it all together.
“Hey, boys. Going a bit stereotypical, I see.” Sunburst said with a soft smile.
“Yeah, I figured I’d just steal something from your closet.” Gallus said with a wry smirk and cocky laugh. Drawing a claw across his white shirt, his smirk grew a bit wider. “No offense, but I think I make it look waaaay better.”
“Gallus!” Sandbar said, elbowing the griffon sharply before nodding towards Sunburst. “It’s, uh, nice to see you again…sir? Your costume looks really… costume.”
There was a beat of silence.
And then both Gallus and Sunburst began to laugh, much to Sandbar’s shock and annoyance.
“Sandbar, I’m not your vice-headmare anymore!” Sunburst said through a few more snickers. “The only reason to call me ‘sir’ is if I’m making you call me ‘sir’.”
“Ayy, my man~” Gallus offered up a fistbump that was quickly reciprocated by Sunburst. After which, he looked around the barn to again take in all its empty majesty. “So, what, is it just the three of us? I think I can work with that.”
“I think Mac said more would be by later.” Sunburst said with a shrug. “Shame on us for showing up too early, I suppose.”
Wrapping an arm around Sandbar, Gallus shot another cocky grin between the two ponies. “Yeah, we’re only so early ‘cause of my big dorky jock here.” He ruffled a claw through Sandbar’s mane, much to the stallion’s chagrin and squeaking. Looking around the place, Gallus was finally made aware of the table sitting in the center. His eyes narrowed as his goals refocused for the moment. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a snack table to raid.”
Drawing Sandbar along with him, Gallus quickly and eagerly approached the table of snacks. The spring in his step was briefly paused as he finally spied the refreshments on offer, but there was nothing that could dull the excitement of a greedy griffon getting his claws on some candy.
The excitement on Gallus’ beak was so sincere, in fact, that Sunburst almost wanted to warn the two lovers of the trick.
Almost.
Instead, he lounged up on his throne of pillows as he watched Gallus pop a chocolate into his mouth, taking another to feed directly to Sandbar in what was sure to be a gentle, yet very romantic gesture.
But then both bit down.
To Gallus’ credit, he didn’t gag one bit as the sour liquid filled his mouth. He fought back a cough, tapping his paws on the ground as he struggled to swallow the bubbling, corrosive feeling liquid before reaching for a cup of the far more refreshing beverage on offer. Sandbar, on the other hand, barely choked on the unpleasant candy before practically diving to guzzle down some sweet relief.
Both boys were only granted a few moments of reprieve before getting distracted by a mirthful giggling coming from above. Looking up, Sandbar could see a wry, sharp-looking grin on Sunburst’s face as he lounged atop his hoard of pillows.
“Sorry! I wanted to warn you, but I fell for it earlier too.” Sunburst explained, kneading his hooves into the plush fabric under him. “It didn’t seem fair that only I get in the Nightmare Night spirit, after all.”
As Gallus grumbled softly to himself, a soft blush coating his face, Sandbar moved to respond, but was quickly stopped as sounds came from the barn door.
Sunburst’s eyes widened, a glint of mischief forming in them that dripped down to his eager grin. “Ah, and those must be the aforementioned guests. You boys should go and mingle. I think I’m going to spy from up here for a bit longer.”
Sandbar shot a smirk up at Sunburst, then wrapped a hoof around Gallus while giving his headfeathers a little nuzzle. “Sounds like a fun plan, dude. Let us know if you see anyone fun for me and li’l Gally to play with.” Lifting a hoof, he snickered as he mussed up his lover’s headfeathers.
“Oh, you know I will.” Sunburst grinned, sticking his tongue out a bit. “I plan on spending some time with the bull out front, but don’t think I’ll forget about you two either.”
The eyebrow wiggle that followed caused Gallus’ face to light up with a blush, the short griffon chirping a bit before stammering out a bit of nonsense.
Sandbar, on the other hand, flashed a cocky grin and saluted his former professor. “I’ll be looking forward to that, sir .”
“Good boy~” Sunburst growled as the two made their way from his hoard.
As Sunburst had expected, the rest of the crowd began to filter in whether solo like Sunburst or paired like Sandbar and Gallus. From his vantage point, he could already spy a few stallions wearing costumes he was very eager to introduce himself to. A twinkish young stallion dressed as a slutty royal guard chatted with a lean yet studly pegasus dressed as a schoolfilly. A clown with a very puffy bulge in his shorts performed party tricks for a vampire and a police officer. A very delectable stallion stood stock still in the corner, his gold painted coat bejeweled with various gems making him stand out even off to the side.
Prince Blueblood… stood without a costume in the center of the party, looking thoroughly unimpressed as he waited to be bathed in attention. And continued to wait, as Sunburst happily went back to ignoring him.
What stood out of place, however, was a stallion just meandering throughout the party and greeting everyone he passed. Sunburst assumed it was a stallion, at least, as the figure was covered in a white sheet with crude eye holes cut into it. This left just a set of gray hooves and a set of piercing yellow eyes to discern the identity of this makeshift ghost.
Sunburst’s eyes narrowed, licking his lips as a smirk pulled across his face. HIs interest was piqued immediately, and he felt he just had to know who this mysterious stud was. So, before the bemused eyes of a few partygoers, Sunburst expertly ambled down his plush mountain to finally mingle with the rest of the creatures around him.
A few sultry glances were shared, and Sunburst could feel at least one lingering gaze on his clothed, but still visibly plush behind. Sunburst made a mental note to revisit the pony dressed as a royal guard, a local named Caramel if he remembered correctly and perhaps give his ‘spear’ a little polishing.
Sunburst may have been a bit too distracted with this thought, a grin splitting his face as he imagined exactly what he’d do with the stallion. So lost in his own lewd thoughts was he, that he didn’t even notice as he came barreling into a surprisingly stealthy stallion.
“Woah, easy there, dude!” The brick wall of a stallion said, completely unphased as Sunburst’s frail form ran into him. “Sorry, I can barely see in this damn costume.”
Sunburst, on the other hand, staggered back from the collision with a cute little yelp. Shaking it off a moment later, he stared up at the stallion with a bit of a scowl. One that quickly fell as he caught the striking yellow eyes of the stallion in the ghost costume.
The stallion was quick to lift the veil of his costume, revealing a chiseled jaw, a dark gray mohawk and an easy, calm grin. “Whew, it’s hot under there. Hiya! I’m-”
“Thunderlane.” Sunburst finished with a nod and grin, extending a hoof in greeting. “Sorry, I recognize you from a few of Rainbow Dash's stories. Though I don't believe she ever mentioned how handsome you are. I’m Sunburst.”
“Well, whatever she told you, it’s probably all true.” Thunderlane said with a loud, somewhat boisterous chuckle as he shook Sunburst’s hoof. “Hate to say, but I don’t think she mentioned knowing any cute little unicorns. It’s a shame, ‘cause I’da made sure we met way earlier than now.”
Sunburst laughed a bit bashfully. “Well, hopefully we can make up for lost time tonight. Perhaps, after this thing starts for real, we could…”
Sunburst’s sentence trailed off as he furrowed his brow in confusion, feeling a low and burning pressure building up in his stomach. Fearing the worst, that the candy he’d eaten was coming back up, he took a step away from Thunderlane with a large red blush on his face. Thunderlane took a step forward, face marred with concern for his new friend, as the pressure in Sunburst’s stomach continued to build.
Sunburst squeezed his eyes shut, pursing his lips as he realized that no matter what he did, it was coming up. Tilting his head back on instinct, he could do nothing but let it loose.
Uuuuuuurp!
Unlike what he expected, a plume of orange fire sprung forth from Sunburst’s mouth as he belched loudly. Looks of surprise filled the room, all ponies stopping to look in awe at the pyrotechnical show happening before them. Shocked most of all, Sunburst was still unsure what had happened to cause this.
“Wooo! That was pretty gnarly, bro!” Sandbar shouted through the silence, pumping a hoof in the air as he wrapped a hoof tight around Gallus and grinned at him with glee. “You never told me you dorks came with tricks! You’ve gotta show me a few of yours some time~”
Gallus blushed at Sandbar’s wink, and the hoof that quickly traveled lower on his body, but continued to stare at Sunburst in awe as he wondered exactly how a unicorn had fired off dragonfire.
“Well, finally a few of you are getting into the spirit.” A voice came from above the guests, snarky and nasal but somehow harshly recognizable to everyone standing in the room. As they looked up in unison, they saw the draconequus Discord floating above it all, blowing on a thoroughly cooked marshmallow.
The Draconequus was, somehow, the kinkiest dressed out of the lot of them. Decked out in leather, from the harness across his chest to the black cap on his head, he smirked down at the crowd. And he lavished in their shocked and intrigued looks at the large, puffy null bulge that throbbed between his legs in place of the usual knotted horsecock.
It was, of course, tastefully decorated with the design of a jack-o’-lantern.
“And here I thought I’d have to send Mac in here to start the party. Speaking of…”
As Discord snapped the fingers on his clawed hand, the door to the barn pushed open and Big Mac entered. Only… it wasn’t quite the same large red stallion they had all been welcomed by.
Macintosh stood even taller than before, an extra foot added to his height and real, though dulled, keratin horns sprouting from his head added to it even further. Every step he took resounded on the blanketed floor, heavy hooves falling as he took his time moving his bulkier and more muscular body into view. In the light, all could see black splotches coating the bullish stallion’s now darker red coat.
“Howdy, y’all.” Bull Mac said, tipping his head with a lusty smirk. Lifting a hindleg and angled towards his awaiting audience, he let his large, throbbing shaft out into the open air as it already began to leak thick beads of precum. “Whoooo’s gonna milk me first?”
“Oh, all in due time, Macintosh.” Discord said with a click of his tongue, then turned to regard his less horny, though not by much, other guests. “Now that I’ve gathered all my favorite stallions, and a pretty little birdy, under one roof, I think it’s time to get this party started. We’re almost four thousand words in, after all.
“As you may have guessed, the name of the game tonight is a wild Nightmare Night orgy! But, of course, I had to add my own twist~” Smirking, Discord snapped his claw and let the power of tonight’s brand of chaos flow over all of the guests. “And just remember to have fun! Voyeurism just isn’t the same otherwise.”
Sunburst was the first to feel it, huffing heavily under the heat of his costume as he yet again felt the pressure growing in his stomach. As he breathed, smoke began to billow from his mouth and made his tongue tingle. Sticking it out… and out and out further still, he could see that his tongue had thinned out, trading width for length as it became a dragon’s tongue.
Looking up at the rest of the guests, Sunburst could see them all in various states of transformation as well. Gallus and Sandbar stood together as usual, Sandbar staring in gleeful awe as he flexed muscles that grew more impressive by the moment while Gallus shrank both physically and in attitude, his height being replaced by bulk as his doughy stomach pressed into a very form-fitting dress shirt. The statue that he’d seen before stood stock still by the refreshments table, though seemed fairly nonplussed with his predicament as his gold painted cock slapped against his trim belly.
To his side, Thunderlane had seemingly made himself scarce. All that was left behind was his costume on the ground.
The only pony who seemed unaffected was the still naked Prince Blueblood, who looked over the proceedings with a detached bemusement that seemed more than practiced. Turning his attention to the host still floating above them.
“Well, I certainly am glad I abstained from that stupid ritual.” Blueblood laughed with a smirk, looking up at Discord with a challenging and smug gaze.
Before he could say any more, Blueblood found himself floating above the ground and in front of a madly grinning draconequus. A fate worse than death for most, and one that struck fear into his heart, finally shutting the royal stallion up.
“Oh, little Blueblood. If I remember correctly, my invitation insisted that the guest bring a costume. Luckily for you, my spoiled little ass, I thought ahead just for you.” Discord snapped his fingers, a loud and resounding sound that revealed two costumes to either of Blueblood’s sides. “All you have to do is pick~”
On one side, a set of long donkey ears, buckteeth, and a buttplug attached to a tassled tail. On the other, a bonnet, pacifier, and a rather thick, colorful looking diaper. Blueblood’s eyes bugged out as he realized both options would be beyond embarrassing for a posh and royal stallion like him.
Maybe he should have just worn a vampire costume instead.
“Tick tock, now.” Discord crooned, his words punctuated by the sounds of a ticking clock. “We’re all dying to get to the main event at this point, so let’s make this quick. Three seconds to choose.”
Blueblood spent a moment stammering, looking between the two options and trying to weigh them.
“Two.”
Panicking, he scrambled while floating in the air, hooves kicking in the vague hopes of finding purchase on anything.
“One…~”
“W-wait! I can find a costume! You just have to let me-EEHAW ” Blueblood brayed loudly, clapping a hoof to his mouth moments later. As a consequence, the pacifier Discord had stuck to said hoof lodged itself into his mouth. And as Blueblood began to suckle on it, feeling the intruding object scraping against inflated front teeth, he found he couldn’t stop suckling on it.
Dropping out of the air, Blueblood fell painlessly onto his now thickly padded rump, a resounding sound of crinkles forcing a bright red blush to his face. He was a stallion used to deriving pleasure from making himself the center of attention, yet he felt himself growing more and more embarrassed as all eyes continued to fall on him.
Floating down close to the humiliated and blushing Blueblood, Discord teased one of his long ears with a paw while scratching under his chin with his claw. “Awww, no need to cry, little Bluey. It’s not your fault no one taught you how rule breaking jackasses get punished~”
With a snap of his claw, he pulled back from Blueblood and, now donning a long, bushy beard and tight flannel shirt, smirked down at the padded stallion. “Thankfully, Daddy Discord is happy to help out a naughty little colt~” Picking Blueblood up by the scruff of his neck, much like a naughty kitten, Discord looked into the stallion’s frightened, yet still very intrigued eyes. “And, lucky for you, I’m feeling nice enough to do it away from prying eyes~”
With a flick of his wrist, Blueblood vanished from Discord’s grasp, leaving only the Draconequus with the knowledge of where the posh, padded stallion was.
“And now that the side story is set-up, let’s finally get the main event on the road!” Discord cried with a broad, toothy grin, bringing his paw down between his legs to squeeze his pumpkin-sized null bulge. “And remember that I’m always watching, so let’s make this interesting ~”
Discord's Halloween Hoe-Down
Gallus wasn’t normally an anxious or nervous griffon at parties. Usually he’d be happy to schmooze and chat with the guests around him, or at least form a group of creatures to chat the night away with.
But now, as the main event started around him, he felt like he was more wallflower than guest at this party. He hadn’t been able to move from his spot against the wall since Discord disappeared again into the aether with the promise of watching all of them ‘have fun’. His eyes locked to the ground, only seeing the costumed hooves of the rest of the guests and, occasionally, the face of a pony pinned to the ground, already enraptured with pleasure.
And yet none of them Sandbar’s, the stallion having disappeared with a loud, boisterous laugh a few moments ago. Leaving Gallus to feel so… so…
So lonely, hearing the moans and groans of the ponies around him growing in intensity.
So paranoid, picturing Discord above him and rubbing that latex bulge of his, laughing at the nerdy griffon as he struggled to find his place.
So… horny. Gallus could feel his cock throbbing in his tight underwear despite, or maybe because of, the lack of attention paid to it. With a quiet, nasal moan he shifted his weight, feeling an inevitable wetness growing in his underwear. Looking down, his tight gray trousers already showed a considerable precum stain. Pressing his legs together, moaning out needifully due to the sudden and intense pleasure, he prayed for Sandbar’s swift return.
Speaking of weight, he let a claw play across his stomach with a concerned, yet lewd groan. Formerly a trim, muscular griffon in training to be a royal guard, Gallus’ doughy stomach pressed out against the loose button-down shirt he had walked in wearing. Now almost to straining the buttons, he felt as if a deep breath would send them all flying and reveal his fat gut to the guests.
And he tried to ignore how his cock throbbed even harder at that, practically begging to be released from its tight confines.
“Mrrr yeah, you girls like that?”
Gallus’ head whipped up, turning to the voice he heard clear through the cacophony of moans. It sounded dumb, deep, and dripping with ego, but he recognized just enough of it to know:
It was Sandbar, standing towards the locked entrance. To one side he had a pearl white stallion dressed as a slutty waitress, complete with the ‘Hoofers’ logo on his shirt, and to the other was a decidedly feminine pegasus dressed in a short and revealing school uniform. And in the center stood Sandbar, loose and cocky grin on his face as the two femcolts lavished him with attention. They giggled and tittered as the large and muscular Sandbar flexed for them, puffing out his chest as his ego only grew and grew.
Gallus bashfully approached, not getting too close, but close enough to stare at his boyfriend as he flirted with two femcolts that were decidedly not him. Knowing how explicit the night would most surely become, the two had made an agreement before they came that swapping and swinging would be allowed.
But seeing Sandbar with cute stallions hanging off him without any notice, while Gallus stood ignored a few feet away left the blue bird feeling… odd.
Gallus had to bite back a loud, sudden moan as he played voyeur to his own lover, again squeezing his thighs shut while his needy cock throbbed another spurt of precum into his tight underwear.
Ears flicking towards the sound of familiar moaning, Sandbar turned to Gallus and his cocky grin only grew as he saw the effect he had on him. “Oh hey, it’s my nerdy little birdy.” As he chuckled at his own little joke, he turned to the stallions to his side. “Give me a sec, ladies. I’ve got a little thing to take care of.”
A humiliating giggle was shared between the two mareish stallions, both eyeing up both Gallus and the clear and wet tent in his pants. As they turned, slutty skirts flashing their naked asses and full balls at the blushing griffon, Gallus let out another whine of need and horniness.
One that Sandbar was happy to answer, stepping close to his now much smaller lover with a smirk. Close enough that Gallus’ beak pressed into the stallion’s buff and furry chest.
Breathing in both in shock and instinct, Gallus brought in the scent of a real stallion. Unlike the sweeter scent that Sandbar had worn before, now it was a deeper and headier musk that threatened to shut the more rational parts of his brain off for a while.
Gallus brought both claws to either side of Sandbar’s chest, breathing in deeply and letting out short chirps of pleasure with every exhale. In turn, Sandbar brought one broad hoof to the back of the griffon’s head, pressing the bird deeper into his musky chest fluff.
“Oh yeah, you like that don’t you, dork?” Sandbar said, his smirk taking on a lewd tinge. “I bet you-”
A loud, unbidden moan was not what Sandbar was expecting from his nerdy little worshiper. Though muffled by the chest he was pressed into, Gallus’ cry was still loud enough to briefly interrupt Sandbar’s loving bullying. A look of brief shock and surprise crossed the stallion’s face.
But it was a brief look. And it was quickly replaced by a smirk, then a wide and playfully malicious grin.
“Oh, you love that, don’t you?” Sandbar asked, pressing Gallus back and angling his head to look up at him. Sandbar lavished in delight seeing Gallus’ heavy blush and wide, shocked eyes. “Is my chubby little bird getting off on being treated like the dork he is?”
All Gallus could do was mumble lewdly, his head still swimming from the musk he’d been unwillingly removed from. The blush on his face grew hotter and hotter still as he squirmed in Sandbar’s presence, feeling a lewd drip drip dripping between his legs.
“You’d better speak up, Gally~” Sandbar crooned, his grin growing more intense as he looked down at Gallus’ outfit. “Otherwise I think I’ve gotta punish you~”
Punish? Just the word made Gallus squirm even more. Thoughts of all the things that this large, dominant stallion could do to him gave him brief pause, his paws curling against the ground as lewd images flooded his brain.
Brief pause, but long enough for Sandbar to make his decision. Grinning a predatory grin down at Gallus, he savored the moment of aroused fear in the griffon's eyes before his first command.
“Lose the pants, loser.”
Gallus blinked, tilting his head. “U-uh, what? I don’t think I-”
“What’d I do, stutter? I figured that was your deal.” Sandbar scoffed, then shook his head. “Lose the pants, or I’ll lose ‘em for you. And trust me, I’ll make sure everyone sees.”
Now that he knew the stakes, Gallus wasted no time in disrobing. After all, he and Sandbar were usually naked around each other. And yet… something about this felt quite a bit more taboo. Lewder to the point it made the griffon’s body thrum with pleasure.
And before Gallus could second guess himself and slide the pants back on, Sandbar stole them away and held them in a hoof. As he eyed the large stain of precum on the crotch of the dorky griffon’s pants, he couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Geeze, you’re that riled up already? What a dork!” Looking back at Gallus himself, his eyes were drawn straight to the white briefs that were now out in the open.
The way they hugged Gallus’ plump and squishy rump enticed him, but what was even more enticing was the twitching, dripping tent Gallus was pitching in his dorky undies. With every trembling throb came another small spurt of precum, drooling out of the already soaked crotch of Gallus’ underwear and down onto the floor.
Sandbar licked his lips.
Moving to circle behind Gallus, Sandbar couldn’t help but snicker at the pent-up griffon and his adorable choice in clothing. “Dude, I knew you were a dork, but this is just too much~ Who even buys tighty-whities anymore?” With another snicker, he brought a hoof up to Gallus’ ass and pressed against it lightly.
Gallus let out a loud squeak from the sudden touch, blushing and lowering his head to stare down at the ground. “B-but we bought them together! You, um, s-said they made me look cute.”
The smug smirk fell from Sandbar’s face for a moment, the stallion leaning over his griffon and giving him a gentle nuzzle on the cheek. “Aw, Gally, you look adorable ~ It’s just so fun to tease a cute li’l dork like you. And, hey, y’wanna know the best way to tease a dork?”
Gallus had a few ideas, each lewder than the other, but wasn’t given the time to form a response. Instead, he was interrupted by the feeling of two hooves gripping at the back of his undies.
A sharp and strong tug followed soon after, Sandbar trying his best to be gentle with his newfound strength while also wanting to yank Gallus off the ground. And it was like lifting a small, plump pillow as Sandbar stood on his hindlegs. Gallus now hung in the air, claws and paws a few feet off the ground.
Those claws and paws began to kick as Gallus tried his best to regain purchase upon the ground. He let out a few loud whimpers, partially due to the humiliating situation, the pair of slutty ponies who’d gone back to staring at him, and the feeling of the underwear pulling tight against his crotch and ass.
Feeling his already tight underwear grow even tighter around his twitching cock, as well as fabric sliding between his wide cheeks and pressing against his overly sensitive hole, Gallus could feel the dam beginning to break. Loud whimpers turned into louder moans as the poor griffon seemed to forget his current predicament, instead focusing on humping the air and attempting to find more friction than just against a patch of precum soaked fabric.
Squeaking out his loudest moan yet, Gallus gave one last buck against the air as his clothed cock let loose the first shot of cum directly into his undies, soaking the fabric further, and followed it with another and another and another. Each time, his hips twitched and he let out a loud, nasal whimper. It was so humiliating, being forced to cum within his clothing, and yet the feeling seemed to spur his climax on longer.
But, as dorky cum leaked down his legs and the crotch of his underwear, finally his embarrassingly sudden orgasm tapered off to an end.
Panting and moaning in post-orgasmic throes, Gallus barely noticed as Sandbar finally released his hold on him, laying him down onto his back with a loving gentleness. What was noticed, however, was moments later when Sandbar leaned down beside Gallus and planted a large smooch to his cheek.
“Thanks for bein’ such a good sport, Gally~'' Sandbar murmured with a soft, lazy grin. “Now do you wanna lose those dorky undies so we can have some more fun?”
Gallus wasted no time in eagerly removing the now overly moist fabric, finally going as bottomless as the rest of the party. His wet shaft twitched in the open air, sputtering a bit of seed as it slowly became flaccid.
Sandbar smirked, taking slow and deliberate hoofsteps to approach Gallus from the back. He looked down between the griffon’s precum slathered thighs, staring directly at his smaller cock.
“Aw, it’s so cute!” Sandbar decided, happy to see the immediate reaction of Gallus' cock twitching back to life before his eyes. His smirk growing a bit wider at this, he grew a bit more bold. “Guess it makes sense a dork like you has a dick so adorable. Meanwhile…”
Without warning, Sandbar mounted Gallus’ prone form and stood above him with an assertive dominance. Gallus could feel a warm weight drop down between his legs and along his round belly. Looking down between those legs, he could see the flared head of Sandbar’s shaft staring him down as it eclipsed his own small, yet now achingly erect one.
As it dripped, nay, drooled precum down onto his button-down shirt, Gallus could feel a hot blush covering his entire face. Looking up at Sandbar’s own, he saw a smug smirk and half-lidded eyes.
“Here’s what a stud’s cock looks like. Bigger than a cute li’l nerd like you’s.” Sandbar crooned, rocking his hips forward and grinding his shaft against Gallus’ and eliciting a series of squeaks from the griffon. “Heh, how’s about for round two, I can show you what this thing can do?”
“Y-yes sir!”
Discord's Halloween Hoe-Down
On the other side of the party from Sandbar and Gallus, across a breadth of mini-orgies and other copulations occurring on this Nightmare Night, Thunderlane stood confused and naked.
Well, not any more naked than he stood on any given day, but he was more naked than he’d walked in. Somehow, he’d lost his bedsheet Super Cool and Awesome Ghost Costume. It was probably sometime during the confusion at the beginning of the party, but ever since he hadn’t been able to track it down.
Moreover, and perhaps more worrying, he was being ignored. It was… most unusual for the B-List Wonderbolt to be ignored, the grey stallion usually expecting at least a little recognition everywhere he went and, when at a party like this one, a few ponies always clamoring for his attention.
Now? He couldn’t seem to get anyone to look at him or pay him any mind. And he’d tried. Asking, begging, poking, prodding, and even shouting. He’d tried everything less than mounting a pony, and yet still no one even acknowledged his presence.
Even when he’d broken an unspoken rule and floated over to Soarin’, the presence of the stallion making him as uncomfortable as any boss’ would, the decidedly now femcolt Wonderbolt seemed to not even notice him. He simply commented on a cold breeze as he lavished in the attention of a particularly jockish earth pony, not even a flicker of attention Thunderlane’s way.
Moving away, Thunderlane found himself growing more confused and concerned. Confused due to the strange predicament he was in, feeling a strange distance from the ponies right around him. Concerned due to…
Well, the image of his boss flouncing about and displaying quite the plump rump in that schoolfilly’s outfit would live both in his sexiest dreams and his worst nightmares.
Before Thunderlane could dwell too hard on that, he felt himself float to a stop. And not at his own volition.
“And here I thought you’d make this night more interesting .” Discord crooned, wrapping his noodly body loosely around Thunderlane with an annoyed frown. “I give you the most fun gift of all, yet all you’ve been doing is going around like you’re just haunting the place. I’m disappointed. I’m disappointed in you, little Thunderlane!”
Thunderlane blinked, then tilted his head in confusion. Looking at the ponies having a good time all around him, his eyes snapped back to Discord with a shared frown. “Seems like no one really wants to have any fun with me. Maybe I could just… sit in the corner and jerk off or something. That sound interesting enough?"
"Oh no, no! If I wanted that, I would have just invited Fluttershy's brother." Discord feigned a look of disgust for a moment, waving the very implication off with a claw. “No, no. As a ghost, of course you wouldn’t be able to interact with the corporeal realm. We’re on a completely different wavelength than them, after all. However, if you-”
“I’m a ghost?!” Looking down, Thunderlane finally noticed that his form was semi-transparent and that he was hovering a few inches above the ground. Looking back up at Discord, his eyes were full of shock and horror. “Does this mean that I’m dead?”
“I don’t know, probably?” Discord responded to the horrified stallion with a relaxed and bored shrug. “That isn’t too important. What is important, however, is you should have been out there possessing stallions and pounding holes twenty minutes ago. But you’re here. Doing nothing.”
Thunderlane blinked. “I can do that?”
Discord faceclawed with a loud, annoyed growl. “Yes! Ghosts can possess ponies! You can possess any stallion here for as long as they’re willing. Don’t they teach you these things in school?”
“...no.” Thunderlane decided, looking back down at his body. He thought for a moment on how he could possibly fit within another pony and, looking out at the crowd again, which pony he’d most like to fit within.
Rolling his eyes at this, Discord pulled away from Thunderlane and moved to the center of the room and, as if connected by a leash, Thunderlane found himself pulled along with the draconequus. It only took a moment for Discord to find his goal, a sweaty yet relaxed Big Macintosh taking a brief breather by the refreshments table before round… probably 15 by this point.
“Mount the bull.” Discord said simply, gesturing towards Big Mac’s plump, yet toned and muscular rump. “You mount the bull to possess the bull. That’s how simple it’s been.”
Thunderlane blinked, though his eyes stayed locked on Big Macintosh’s ample behind. “How does that even-”
A claw pressed against Thunderlane’s lips as Discord condescendingly quieted the now-stunned specter. “Shhhhhhush now. This is a clopfic, dear Thunderlane! The details rarely matter, so enough of the questions.”
Before Thunderlane could annoy Discord with another question, he was lifted by the fourth-wall breaking draconequus. With breathtaking stance, Thunderlane’s incorporeal form was pitched directly at Big Macintosh’s awaiting body.
It felt something similar to diving into a pool. First a rush of warmth all around him and a feeling of weightlessness, then a slow feeling of surfacing in a fully corporeal form. A slow feeling of getting used to the new weight of flesh and blood yet again, and how it weighed on him more than before.
Opening eyes he hadn’t realized were closed, Thunderlane took in a deep breath that filled a chest much broader than before. Looking down, he saw that his newly wide chest was red, though marred by black cow-like splotches, and thickly corded with muscle. Equally as muscular were the two tree trunk-like forelegs beneath, flexing with muscle with each movement Thunderlane made.
Thunderlane marveled as he took a few steps forward, finding that every movement with this new form was stronger and more powerful than he’d expected. Though his new muscles had a bit of ache to them, perhaps from a long day on the farm or a long night of action already, they still thrummed with energy and power.
“Geeze, I could get used to this.” Thunderlane grinned, flexing a foreleg before his eyes. He hummed a bit, enjoying the feeling of Big Mac’s deeper voice rumbling in his throat. “Is there anything this body can’t do?”
Feeling the need to investigate that question, he quickly hiked a hindleg and ducked his head down to, perhaps a bit crudely, inspect ‘the goods’.
Big Macintosh’s shaft had already dropped from its sheath, and Thunderlane was sure that it hadn’t retreated to it since the night began. A splotchy black and pink, the half-hard member already measured in a few inches longer and thicker than Thunderlane’s own and left the pegasus-turned-earth-pony wondering just how large it could get.
Were all earth ponies this big? If so, perhaps it was time for Thunderlane to start hooking up on the ground more often.
But getting back to his investigation, Thunderlane quickly took interest in the set of balls that hung heavy behind the impressive shaft. As soon as he saw them hanging low in their leathery sack, Thunderlane could feel them heavily weighing his rear down and swaying temptatiously. Churning and brimming with seed, just the sight of the orange-sized testicles caused a lust to brew across Thunderlane’s form.
Feeling similar to a fog rolling slowly across his brain, a light yet heady lust filled Thunderlane’s brain and dulled his thinking just a bit. Rational thought slowed slightly as his thoughts were sidetracked by a burning need, an instinctive drive building within him.
As his shaft quickly hardened, slapping against his belly with a loud thud, Thunderlane felt full of a bullish need to breed . And, as his head buzzed with images of blue bespectacled eyes, a soft orange coat, and a fat, scaly ass, it wasn’t too hard to consider which hole he wanted to breed first.
Stumbling towards the mountain of bedding that remained near the center of the event, feeling every slap, sway, and throb of his pendulous package along the way, Thunderlane approached where he remembered seeing Sunburst last.
Sunburst lounged regally near the bottom of the mountain, laying on his back with his long tongue hanging out of his mouth in what seemed like a fit of post-orgasmic bliss. He had seemingly lost his elaborate costuming, instead presenting as a completely nude pony with surprising draconic features like sharp claws replacing his forehooves and a long, prehensile tail that whipped about lazily.
Of course, Thunderlane’s eyes narrowed in on Sunburst’s plump rump more than the rest of the details. Each of the fat and scaly cheeks were covered in cum, seeming to be more than just one or two loads, and the puffy hole that rested between them leaked quite a bit of seed down Sunburst’s tail as he relaxed.
Hindleg twitching, Sunburst quickly roused from his relaxation as he felt himself being watched. Sitting up, though tongue still slipping past his lips, he shot a sharp, toothy grin at the red stallion eyeing his well-used behind.
“Mac, you’re back!” Sunburst grinned. Eyes going half-lidded, he stared lustfully at the stallion before him and planted a claw on his ass, pulling to spread his hole for his viewer. “Are you ready for round th…”
Sunburst trailed off to a stop as he looked closer at the stallion. Instead of Big Mac’s usual pleasant and calming green eyes, a pair of charming and striking yellow eyes stared up at him. That, when paired with the unusually cocky smirk on the face of ‘Big Mac’, made it easy for Sunburst to tell what was going on.
"Thunderlane!" Sunburst hummed, flipping over onto his stomach and looking over the bullish stallion’s new body. "I love what you've done with your costume~ Very sexy, but I hope Mac is as into it as you and I clearly are."
Thunderlane simply shrugged, not losing his grin for a moment. "I figure he'd kick me out if he wasn't, so I'll take it as a good sign."
Sunburst's ear twitched, and he briefly wore a semi-perturbed look as he listened to Thunderlane speak with Big Mac's voice. "Wow, Mac's voice sounds so weird without that sexy country accent."
Taking a large step closer to Sunburst, Thunderlane’s grin grew a bit wider. "Y'all want I should try one out for you?" He asked in a forced and painful sounding southern drawl.
With a disgusted look, Sunburst leaned forward and pressed his claws to Thunderlane’s lips. “No, no. If you keep that up, I’m sure I’ll never have an erection again. And that would probably make the rest of the night…” He looked up into Thunderlane’s yellow eyes, his own half-lidded. “Hard?”
Thunderlane fought back a laugh at the poor innuendo, pulling Sunburst’s claw away as he too stared into Sunburst’s eyes. “Well, I’d hate to make it any harder than it already is~” Nodding towards Sunburst’s plump behind, Thunderlane smirked wider. “Maybe I can help you out with that.”
Smirking himself, Sunburst raised a hindleg and let his shaft flop into view. While an average length for a unicorn stallion like Sunburst, Thunderlane was taken in by two interesting facts. First, the shaft was absolutely slathered in precum which flowed eagerly from Sunburst’s thick tip. Second, the base of the shaft was swollen with two bulbs similar to a griffon’s knot. They pulsated right above a set of plump, full seeming balls that looked ready to spill their load.
Following Thunderlane’s eyes, Sunburst brought a claw down and hefted his poor, pent-up balls while grumbling teasingly. “Mrrr~ I’ve been so focused on greedily taking all these stallions that I haven’t been able to satiate my own needs.” He looked towards Thunderlane with a small smirk, smoldering half-lidded eyes burning a hole in the stud and hopefully enticing him to action.
“Well I can definitely help you out with that.” Thunderlane smirked, licking his lips as he took a commanding few steps forward. “Why don’t you come on down and let me assist?”
Sunburst didn’t have to be told twice. Climbing down from his perched position on his mountain, he let his hindhooves rest on the ground while bracing his front half against a soft outcropping of pillows. Looking back at Thunderlane with a lustful smirk, he flagged his tail and displayed his plump and waiting hole.
“Well? Come get it, stud~” Sunburst crooned.
Thunderlane moved to mount Sunburst without a second thought. His large, borrowed body aided quite a bit in this, as even without its bullish enhancements Big Mac's form seemed forged by Celestia herself with breeding in mind. It took no effort to lay himself atop Sunburst's waiting form, belly to back and thick cockhead pressing against the draconic stallion's waiting hole.
Unused to this body still, it took Thunderlane a moment to line up perfectly. But with one powerful thrust of his hips against the already well-lubed hole, he finally made his entrance.
Fireworks of pleasure wiped Thunderlane's thoughts for a few moments as he instinctively slid in and hilted deep within Sunburst. Tongue lolling out from the immense pleasure that flooded him, Thunderlane moaned out loudly and already began to pant with need.
"D-dear Celestia you're tight~" Thunderlane growled as he leaned against Sunburst for support. His cock throbbed madly within him, brimming with sensitivity and pleasure he hadn't grown used to.
Sunburst moaned eagerly in response, rocking his hips back to meet Thunderlane's. Sharp claws dug into plush pillows as he clenched even tighter around Thunderlane for a moment. "Oh Moon above, keep going!"
Thunderlane didn't have to be told twice.
Drawing his hips back in one fluid motion, he hesitated as his tip broached Sunburst's quivering entrance. Even paused, his hips still flexed and bucked slightly with the need to sink back into Sunburst’s warmth.
And so he did, wrapping a large hoof around Sunburst's waist to stabilize himself as he gave another powerful thrust. Quickly Thunderlane got his hips into a slow, methodical rhythm as he rutted the stallion below him, breathing and grunting out loud moans.
With each thrust, Sunburst let out a loud, girly squeak as he continued to brace himself against his pillow fort. Feeling Thunderlane’s large, flaring member scraping along every inch of his inner walls sent rolling bolts of pleasure throughout his body. Underneath, his unattended shaft throbbed like mad and spilled copious amounts of precum onto the floor.
But let it be known that Thunderlane isn’t the most patient of lovers. Perhaps in his usual body, one with a cock he was more than used to, he would be able to last much longer.
But now, as the felt flooded with the burning pleasure of every inch of Big Mac’s sizable member, his thrusts began to get more and more erratic. Trading length for speed, he began to pull out only halfway before thrusting back into Sunburst with fevered passion, his overfull balls slapping against Sunburst’s with a pleasing plap.
Bracing himself against Sunburst even more harshly, he wrapped both hooves around the stallion’s barrel as his thrusts turned to needy humping. Harsh, loud moans of pleasure were only slightly muffled as he pressed his muzzle deep into Sunburst’s neck.
Thunderlane could feel the intense pressure of a load ready to fire as he blitzed past the point of no return. Nothing in him could bring him to stopping himself from hilting deep inside of Sunburst for the last time before white-hot pleasure flooded him
Sunburst was surprised to feel the first thick jet of cum inside him. As his shaft throbbed insistently beneath him, he couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed too. Despite this, he rocked his hips back to meet Thunderlane's and clenched himself tight around him.
Thunderlane’s orgasm lasted for an impressive length of time as with every throb of his cock, another thick load fired deep into Sunburst’s waiting hole. He humped desperately into Sunburst, whimpering and groaning as he now felt himself being milked by the stallion like the bull he’d come to be.
As his orgasm finally tapered off with a few light throbs, Thunderlane felt far more tired than he’d expected. Pulling away from Sunburst with a loud yawn, he dislodged himself from Sunburst’s hole, making the stallion whimper quite a bit.
Big Macintosh fell to the soft, plush floor with an equally soft grunt. Exhausted beyond belief, he was asleep even before he hit the ground.
Thunderlane floated above Big Mac with confusion, looking between him and the stallion he’d just gotten done with breeding.
Sunburst looked back at Big Mac with a look of annoyance and disappointment. Needily bucking his hips, one of his claws made its way between his legs to help alleviate the problem. Still, both that and the renewed thrill of feeling seed leaking down his hindleg weren’t enough to put him over the edge.
“Gaaaah, I was so close!” Sunburst whined out, pumping his shaft while still feeling the edge getting further and further away. “This d-damn draconic stamina.”
Thunderlane felt disheartened as he watched Sunburst struggle with his own body. He wanted to move in to just finish the job but, without a Big Mac to possess, there was little he could do.
Unless…
Looking back at the party, he began to formulate an idea. But he had to be quick, or he’d be too late to quell Sunburst’s need.
Flying over to where he’d left his boss, Thunderlane found Soarin’ and the other girly stallion giving a nerdy little griffon teasing kisses and caresses while the jockish earth pony, Thunderlane’s target, laid down and watched on with a lazy, yet lecherous grin.
Taking his position behind the well-muscled jock, Thunderlane said a quick prayer before moving to mount him, hoping that he would even allow him entry.
A sense of pulling as he entered his target followed, and soon after he felt the still unusual feeling of surfacing.
Thunderlane stood up, looking immediately to a still feverishly masturbating Sunburst. He had to be quick if he were to finish off the poor blue-balled dragonpony. But, as he stood, he drew the eyes of both the femcolts who both looked at him questioningly.
Breathing out a soft sigh, Thunderlane puffed out his chest and gave a sly smirk to the girly stallions. “Have fun with the nerdy birdy, ladies~ This stud has a dragon to lay~”
The girls grinned at him, then at the poor little griffon between them as they quickly returned to their loving ministrations. Only soft, nasal squeaks and moans could be heard from the griffon as they kissed and rubbed along every inch of his body, only teasingly ignoring the bits covered by his cum soaked underwear.
Smirking a bit at that, Thunderlane made a quick gallop over to where he’d left Sunburst struggling. In doing so, he caught his immediate attention, Sunburst stopping his fit of self-pleasuring to look over the new arrival.
Inspecting the eyes first, Sunburst noted yet another stallion’s transition from patient green eyes to fiery and charismatic yellow ones with a lusty smirk. “Possessing one of my former students this time? How very taboo, Mr. Thunderlane~”
Thunderlane laughed at this, looking down at his light green body with a grin. While not as heavy and muscular as he had been as Big Mac, he still felt heavier and more powerful than usual. As such, he couldn’t resist flexing a bit. “Heh, didn’t know you two had history. I just wanted to possess another cute stud!” Smirking, he looked over his young and bulky body with jockish adoration and glee. “Hey, maybe we could do some sorta hot for teacher-”
Taking advantage of Thunderlane’s distracted narcissism, Sunburst slinked in to approach. Pressing both sets of claws against Thunderlane’s chest and only gave a gentle push. Due to how unused to his body that Thunderlane was, the poor jockish stallion fell backwards onto the plush and cushioned ground.
“I cannot tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this~” Sunburst moaned out as he wasted no time in mounting the supine stallion.
Now laying on his back, all of Thunderlane’s best new features were on display. From a broad barrel chest, to muscular belly, to a cock smaller than Big Mac’s, but still large in its own right. It throbbed with burning need into the open air, especially now that Sunburst’s rump hovered above it.
Sunburst dropped his hips down without any hesitation, leaving no room for Thunderlane to respond. Instead, any question vanished into a loud and unbidden moan as Sunburst’s warmth engulfed him again.
With surprising skill, Sunburst slid down Thunderlane’s entire endowment in one fell swoop and hilted with his large, plump rump pressing against Thunderlane’s hips. Leaning down over Thunderlane, Sunburst gripped both of his shoulders with his claws and stared him in the eyes. “I am going to ride you until I can finally cum, and if you cum before me then there will be punishments. Understood?”
Thunderlane looked at Sunburst for a moment, seeing the fire of pure lust in his eyes, and nodded with a shocked and somewhat submissive grin. “Y-yes…”
Sunburst’s claws gripped a bit tighter on Thunderlane’s shoulders as his hips pressed harder down against the base of his cock. “Yes what ~?”
Fighting back a soft moan, Thunderlane nodded eagerly. “Y-yes sir!”
“Good boy.” Sunburst smirked, baring sharp fangs.
Drawing himself up slowly, Sunburst lavished in the feeling of his walls being scraped by yet another thick cockhead. His back arched as he could feel every inch leaving him until finally reaching the tip of Thunderlane’s member. It throbbed heavily within him, and with every twitch came a small spurt of precum flooding inside and providing more lubrication for the already slick hole.
Sunburst’s hips again dropped suddenly, hilting Thunderlane’s shaft deep within himself once more. As he slammed back down, his own cock smacked against Thunderlane’s belly with a wet slap and drooled more precum than necessary along it. It throbbed and thrummed against Thunderlane’s stomach erratically, seeming already primed and ready to fire off.
Not wanting to waste much time, Sunburst resisted the urge to bask in the full feeling of warmth inside him. Instead he slowly climbed the stallion’s shaft to its tip yet again, only to slam himself down soon after with a whimpering moan.
Like Thunderlane before, Sunburst moved in a slow and deliberate rhythm as he speared himself atop the stallion below him. For his part, Thunderlane could only hold on and pray as Sunburst took control of his breeding. Hooves planted on each of Sunburst’s plump, scaly cheeks, Thunderlane held on for dear life as Sunburst brought himself down upon him over and over again.
While not as quick as before, the pleasure of being ridden by such a needy stallion already began to weigh on Thunderlane. From the tight clenching that threatened to again milk him dry, to Sunburst’s slow and methodical motions, to even the eyes he could feel on him from all around the room.
Already, the dam was starting to crack.
“G-gah, damn it!” Thunderlane moaned out as he began to press his hips up against Sunburst’s. “I think I’m… Sunny, I think I’m gettin’ close~”
Hilting himself on Thunderlane again, Sunburst breathed out a growl as he looked down upon the stallion squirming beneath him. “Not. Yet.” He said with bared fangs. “I’m going to fuck myself on this massive rod Sandbar calls a cock until I can finally cum. Don’t you dare finish before me.”
Blinking in surprise at the dominant bottom, Thunderlane quickly nodded to make sure the stallion knew he understood. “Y-yes sir!” He whimpered, hips still rocking up against Sunburst’s momentarily stationary ones.
But only momentarily stationary. After confirmation, Sunburst dragged his hips up with quickened pace before slamming his behind down on Thunderlane with renewed and increased fervor. He quickly returned to his rhythmic rutting down onto Thunderlane’s rod, though with increased speed and intensity.
Truthfully, Thunderlane was only barely able to hold on for dear life. Hooves clamped even tighter on Sunburst’s wobbly behind, squishing as his hips bucked up against Sunburst with increased need and intensity. He clenched himself tight, sending a hefty throb through his thick shaft, and grit his teeth to hopefully stave off his impending orgasm.
Sunburst felt the throb deep within him, moaning out as he too clenched his warm hole around the invading member. For a sheer moment, he felt his breath catch in his throat as the pleasure grew to be a bit too much.
His rhythm quickly grew askew as Sunburst seemed to now prioritize pleasure over pacing himself. Dropping down and lifting himself at seemingly random now, Sunburst’s tongue lolled out of his mouth along with traces of ashy smoke. Gone was the nerdy unicorn stallion who walked into the party, now just a greedy and pleasure addicted dragon filled with a need for release.
Drawing himself back up for what felt like the last time, Sunburst hesitated for a moment. Brimming with waves of pleasure that bounced along every inch of him, his achingly erect shaft throbbed strongly in front of himself, raining down copious amounts of precum onto Thunderlane. Below, his hefty balls hung low in their leathery sack, but slowly began to draw up as he adjusted himself on the top few inches of Thunderlane’s length.
Pressing himself down again, Sunburst was wracked with enough pleasure that it made his entire body tremble. His claws dug tightly into Thunderlane's shoulders as he began to outright pant with need and lust while his impending orgasm brewed within.
Sunburst ground his hips down against Thunderlane’s for a moment while his mouth hung open, billowing smoke pouring out with each panting breath. Bringing himself down against Thunderlane’s chest, squishing his own member between both of their bellies, he brought his hot maw to Thunderlane’s neck.
Muffled by his gentle bite, Sunburst moaned loudly as his cock fired the first shot of cream while pressed between their bodies. With every powerful throb, both of their chests were painted a pure white with surge after surge of Sunburst’s pent-up seed.
Thunderlane wasn’t too far behind him. As he felt the clenching of Sunburst’s hole around him, tightening every time his shaft fired another load, it was impossible to not be driven over the brink along with him.
Giving a powerful buck upwards to ensure he was properly hilted, Thunderlane threw his head back with a loud groan and once again fired his load deep within Sunburst’s waiting hole.
The two remained locked within near-simultaneous orgasms for quite a few moments, both still rocking, bucking, humping, and grinding against the other with desperate need. Slowly though, as thick loads turned to weaker shots of seed, Sunburst’s orgasm tapered off.
Now exhausted, Sunburst flopped heavily against Thunderlane’s chest and released his maw’s loose grip. Within him he could still feel Thunderlane’s shaft throbbing and filling him with seed, its flared head preventing any from leaving for the time being.
The feeling of both that and a belly full of cum threatened to make his own shaft reharden and beg for more attention.
Thankfully, Thunderlane’s orgasm tapered to an end as well soon after. Now feeling heavy and spent despite the lack of real effort, he slowly lifted a hoof and wrapped it around Sunburst’s waist to pull him even closer to himself.
“Geeze that was… that was good.” He mumbled with a smirk, fatigue setting over himself with surprising speed. Despite this, his yellow eyes still shone strong. “Listen, I think this cutie is gonna push me out like Big Mac did, but if you ever wanna hang outside a Nightmare Night party…”
Sunburst giggled at that, nodding as he closed his eyes and rested his head against Thunderlane’s chest. “Sounds like a pretty fun idea to me~"
Discord's Halloween Hoe-Down
Waking up the morning after, no one would blame the attendants of Discord’s special Nightmare Night shindig for thinking it was just a very kinky dream. Waking up in their own homes, in their own beds, with the haziest of memories of exactly what had happened that night.
Whatever it was, it certainly sprouted a bout of morning wood in each former guest. Along with a few more confusing feelings.
Lingering feelings and needs that reminded them them of the previous night, like a normally brash griffon shyly flushing while teased by his boyfriend, or a Wonderbolt captain feeling the need to flaunt his body more, to even a dorky unicorn with a burning urge to just collect .
But on further inspection, it was easy to see that what had happened was, in fact, as real as can be. Their memories may have fuzzed over due to lust, but the physical changes, while no longer as severe as they were that night, were still very easy to spy. Wider hips that couldn’t fit in flight suits or uniforms, bellies that strained formerly form-fitting armor, endowments that had changed size for better or for worse…
It was all a bit hard to ignore.
But what solidified it existed on a table in every one of their bedrooms. In a puff of smoke and glitter, a pink slip of paper unfurled and revealed a familiar red script.
My dear Esteemed Guest,
No, last night was not a wet dream, nor a flight of fancy. It all happened just as you remember.
You kinky little beasts you~
I, Discord, truly thank you for attending my little shindig. From the costumes to the play, with one Blueblooded exception, you all made it all the more special.
As such, I leave you with a gift! Please enjoy it to your heart’s content.
I’m sure you’ll find it life changing~
Next to each letter lay the guest’s neatly folded and, thankfully, well-washed costumes from the night before. An arcane, transformative thrumming could be felt from them, letting them know all they needed to about Discord’s ‘gift’.
And as for Prince Blueblood? Well, one could say that the poor coltish stallion was still learning his lesson. And that when Discord picks a costume for you, he’ll make sure you really wear it out.